Michael sweated. "I'm sorry. Wait, I wasn't the one who caught you! Why should I apologize? Also, you ruined my life … "
Kincaid said, "Blah, blah, blah. You're complaining like a resentful woman again. Are you sure you want to face your 'ex' like this?"
Michael: "… What do you suggest?"
Kincaid said, "I think you'd better do this, this, and this …"
Listening to their lewd talk, Luke protected them in passing.
After flipping over four or five cars of mercenaries, Kincaid and Selina finally entered the International Criminal Court building in The Hague.
The trial officially began.
Luke found an empty room, put away Harley Fat Boy, and changed his face and clothes again.
He was tall and strong, and he was wearing a white shirt, trousers, and leather shoes. He also had a big backpack on his back. He had successfully transformed into a handsome … unlucky man.
Walking out of the room, he stuffed a lollipop into his mouth and strolled leisurely to the courtroom a few hundred meters away.
Just because Kincaid and Selina had gone in didn't mean it was over.
As long as Dukhovich was convicted, he would be sentenced to life in prison without parole at the very least. He might even be sentenced to death for crimes against humanity.
How many people had he killed, and how many of their families wanted to take revenge on him? The number was at least in the thousands.
If he didn't take advantage of this last chance to fight, he would almost certainly die once he went to prison.
Also, Dukhovich had given nearly two hundred mercenaries to Luke to grind for points. Given how generous and crazy he was, he would definitely have a final trick up his sleeve.
Outside the courtroom, hundreds of people with all kinds of placards stood outside the cordon.
Most of them were Dukhovich's enemies, whose family and friends had died at Dukhovich's hands.
A small number of them were enthusiastic citizens and reporters who had come to watch Dukhovich, the butcher, be sentenced.
Luke maintained a calm expression as he walked around the crowd.
There was no need to smile. The people here weren't in the mood to smile. Most of them had a mix of anxiety, hatred, anger, and anticipation in their eyes, but they weren't happy.
After circling around the crowd, he didn't find anything.
There were no explosives, no guns, and no dangerous chemicals.
Without these things, Dukhovich wouldn't be able to cause chaos from the outside.
There were more than 50 bailiffs inside the Criminal Court, and there were also Interpol and SWAT patrolling outside. It would not be easy to escape.
With this thought in mind, he walked to a big tree not far from the crowd of onlookers and looked at the image sent by the drone.
In the courtroom, Kincaid took out the most damning evidence — photos and videos of Dukhovich at the scene of the massacre.
The crowd was in an uproar.
This was ironclad evidence.
In the courtroom, Dukhovich looked at the evidence and suddenly laughed. "Judges, to save everyone's time, let me say a few words …"
Luke narrowed his eyes and had a premonition.
He had dealt with a lot of crazy bigwigs, especially when they were in desperate situations.
It was the nature of many big shots to struggle before death.
Without this kind of nature, it would be difficult for them to climb to a high position in the jungle where the strong preyed on the weak.
There was madness in Dukhovich's tone.
Luke glanced at the surveillance feed and suddenly noticed a truck speeding up on one of the streets.
His mind racing, he stood behind the tree and avoided most people's line of sight. He picked up the folded White Wolf Armor and said, "White Wolf Armor, activate!"
With a crack, the white armor spread out from his back and covered his entire body in ten seconds.
Luke exerted strength under his feet and charged out in a white blur.
The truck sped up and headed straight for the courtroom.
Luke's figure appeared not far away.
Looking at the empty driver's seat, he frowned and drew his pistol. Pa! Pa!
Pa! Pa!
The two front tires didn't explode. They were explosion-proof tires.
Luke's mind raced as he ran after the truck.
His Sharp Nose had already smelled a huge amount of explosives in the truck.
He quickly looked around and realized that the situation was a little troublesome.
The truck was now on a street with buildings on both sides, and a lot of people moving around.
He couldn't let the truck stop here, or there would be a lot of casualties.
But he also couldn't let the truck charge straight into the open space in front of the courtroom, where hundreds of people were gathered.
With a thought, he took out something and typed in a line of words, before he threw it into the open space in front of the courtroom.
The object that looked like a Frisbee started to make a loud noise in midair. "Warning, there's a bomb in the incoming truck. Everyone, leave quickly."
The crowd at the entrance of the courtroom raised their hands in shock, only to see a black disc fly over and smash into the grass not far away, but the broadcast kept repeating.
Everyone subconsciously looked at the truck that was picking up speed not far away. Everyone sensed that something was wrong.
The courtroom wasn't a major thoroughfare, and such a truck wouldn't pass by here.
After a moment of silence, the police officers who were maintaining order were the first to react. They gestured desperately in the direction and roared, "Run, run that way!"
They were all signaling for the crowd to run away from the truck and to the other side of the courtroom.
Although it was still very dangerous, it was better than taking the blast head-on.
At that moment, a white figure dashed out from the right side of the truck and swung a long black saber.
Clang!
There was the ear-piercing sound of metal colliding, and the truck's right front wheel jolted.
Then, there was a series of clangs. Under Luke's full strength, the truck's right front wheel finally couldn't withstand the tremendous force and fell off.
As the right front wheel fell off, the truck naturally drew an arc and crashed into the square on the right.
With a crash, the right front wheel hit a stone step and the front of the truck broke.
The car behind it also jerked before it flew into the air and smashed into the square.
Boom!
With a loud bang, a huge fireball exploded, and a violent shockwave spread out. The people who were running in all directions fell to the ground almost at the same time.
Luke had already hidden behind a building when the truck turned around. Looking at the glass windows and dust that had been sent flying by the shockwave, he cursed Dukhovich inwardly for being crazy.
This was probably more than a hundred kilograms of power.
Luke suspected that if Dukhovich hadn't been in the courtroom, there would have been even more explosives in the truck.
As soon as the shockwave passed, he stuck his head out and scanned the courtroom in the distance.
Although his warning had given the people more than ten seconds to escape, it was too late.
Thanks to his efforts, the truck didn't crash into the crowd and explode, but there were still a lot of people injured.
Many people were sitting or lying on the ground with confused expressions. They had already been stunned by the explosion and the shockwave.
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